Yet another graphic example that Canada should stick to making maple syrup and ice wine. At those we're good. The movies STINK. This is the most pointless, pretentious, pathetic picture I've seen this year. (And I've seen some pretty awful ones, most of them Canadian.) It's even more galling that my tax money helped fund this dismal exercise in cinematic self gratification. It's a pathetic tale of how several different people spend their day before they all end up being massacred in the same coffee shop by some fleeing bad guys. What the hell is the point of it? Was it inspired by the high profile Vivi Lemonis murder case in Toronto. (She was an innocent bystander shot to death in a coffee shop by three punks.) If so, why not make a decent movie about that incident? Somebody said here that at least this movie portrayed Toronto as Toronto and not NYC. Too bad. It's about as much a reason for civic pride as Hurricane Hazel and the Boyd gang. Gawd!!!!!